The centennial of the New York avenue Presbyterian church : Washington, , 1803-1903 . d tirade inNew York, said, was that he thought the devil wasgetting lazy, and there are those who see in this undis-puted progress of the race toward justice and righteous-ness, toward brotherhood and Christ, who believe thatin the long swinging eternity the good God will tire outthe bad devil. It is a moral absurdity to imagine, evenby any theological indirection, that God would or couldcreate a devil stronger than himself. God plantedthe seed of this universe, and he will harvest the crop. So, beloved,
The centennial of the New York avenue Presbyterian church : Washington, , 1803-1903 . d tirade inNew York, said, was that he thought the devil wasgetting lazy, and there are those who see in this undis-puted progress of the race toward justice and righteous-ness, toward brotherhood and Christ, who believe thatin the long swinging eternity the good God will tire outthe bad devil. It is a moral absurdity to imagine, evenby any theological indirection, that God would or couldcreate a devil stronger than himself. God plantedthe seed of this universe, and he will harvest the crop. So, beloved, I come with a message of cheer andhope ; this race is in struggle, trembling up the heightsand about to shudder into the radiant mantle of theeverlasting morning. We bring you no baptism oftears, but a benediction of victory and Divine approval. When it is all over, as it will be soon, my ferventprayer is that each one of us, members of this house-hold of faith, may receive a welcome, an approval, anda home. The five hundred and twenty-second hymn was thensunn; to the tune of Jamp:s Laurie, D. D. THE CENTENNIAL EXERCISES. 57 The Lords my Shepherd, Ill not want; He makes me down to lieIn pastures green ; He leadeth me The quiet waters by. My soul He doth restore again ; And me to walk doth makeWithin the paths of righteousness, Een for His own names sake. Yea, though I walk through deaths dark vale, Yet will I fear none ill;For Thou art with me; and Thy rod And staff me comfort still. My table Thou hast furnished In presence of my foes ;My head Thou dost with oil anoint, And my cup overflows. Then followed an address upon — THE NATIONAL IMPRESS OF THIS CHURCH. By Gen. Henry V. Boynton. Canst thou bind the sweet influences of Pleiades?Thus, Job, in his wonderful poem, looking up to theheavens from the plains of Asia, in the days of theearly patriarchs, gave voice to those emotions of wonderand reverence with which all the tribes of men look outupon the heavens. Wherev
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